I would offer you a contract like this one just for the laughs?”
“I don’t know what you’re capable of,” I admit.
A smile curls on his lips. His eyes grow darker. I want to edge closer to him. There are so many forces drawing me in, but I resist. I don’t even know how. Someone should give me a medal for it!
“No, I guess you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
There is a lot of unexplained silence between us. What if he pushes me against the wall and kisses me right now? I’d let him. I’d let him do anything. I want to feel his body against mine but Trevor doesn’t come any closer.
“This is a serious offer, Blaire, and I want you to seriously consider it. No games. Pure professional profit.”
And just like that, he reaches for me. His hand softly brushes against the curve of my neck. I’m holding my breath, waiting to see what he will do next. What could he possibly do next?
He draws his hand away. Air rushes back into my lungs.
What was that? Why did he do that? Oh my God!
I push my hands to his chest and keep pushing.
“Okay, fine, whatever, I’ll think about it,” I say as he slowly starts backing away.
I grab the monitor off the table and thrust it into his hands. Then I place my hands on his chest and push him again.
I can’t help but notice how rock-solid his chest is. The warmth of his body on the palms of my hands has left an imprint there.
There’s a grin on Trevor’s face. Maybe he can sense exactly how hot and bothered he makes me.
“Goodnight,” I declare when he is safely outside my door, and I shut it quickly.
Finally, I can breathe again. I lean against the door, listening for his footsteps as he walks to his door and goes in.
I run to my bedroom and slide into bed. I can still feel his body on my hands. His cologne is in the air even though he never came into this room.
I slip my hand into my shorts and I can feel the wetness between my legs. I throw my thighs apart and touch my swollen clit.
I’m sinking into the mattress, closing my eyes and picturing him stretched out above me. He was so close, and I imagine him close to me again. His leg between my thighs, his knee rising up so I can grind down on him. I roll my hips as I stroke my clit. Gentle at first, in slow circular motions until I’m panting for more.
Trevor’s deep green eyes. His strong jaw. His hair is so brown, thick, I could weave my fingers in there. I am kissing him now. Our mouths are wide open as we suck on each other. His tongue sliding into my mouth. I can taste the marshmallows he ate with the hot chocolate. Mixed with the lingering taste of bourbon on his breath. His hands are so big, warm, and strong. He cups my breasts, squeezes my nipples.
I’m stroking my clit harder, faster, until I’m right there. Right on the edge. I hold back for a few moments longer as I imagine sliding my hand down his pants. Feeling his desire. The hardness of his cock in my hand. He wants me just as much as I want him. His cock is inside me. Deep and strong. So big. He’s so big it hurts. Then my body relaxes, and I welcome him in, and he thrusts into me. Over and over.
My fingers do the magic. I can’t hold back any longer.
I cry out and bite down on my lip as my orgasm hits me like a wave. Washing all over me and my toes curl under the covers. I thrash from side to side, breathing hard and whispering his name under my breath until I’m done.
It’s over.
But it never started because it was all just my imagination.
9
Trevor
“Do you think she’s considering it?” Calvin asks, smirking.
We are sitting at our usual table at our usual bar. It’s close to my apartment building, and I’ve seen Blaire come in here with her friends from time to time. Last night was electric, and I guess I want to improve my chances of seeing her again.
That dinner at her house gave me a taste of what life could be like if she was a part of it. Then after that, when I went over to her place, I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. I